Today was the coldest one yet here along the river. When I got up the temperature was in the single digits, somewhere between 7-9˚F, depending on which weather report you believe. Certainly cold enough to put frost on your pumpkin regardless of who was right. Real winter temperatures…but not bad at all seeing as how there was no wind. Plus, the sun was bright and the sky a crisp, clean blue. Light shimmered in the slushy pools and sparkled through the riffles.
We've been working in the house most of the day—getting some winter wear from the attic which we hadn't bothered with heretofore, since winter had failed to materialize. Also putting some things away from the fall, plus leftover Christmas decorations which turned up after we'd already stored the bulk of our items. I'm readying several boxes of books to go up, as well. Seeing as how we've had a nice hearthfire going all the time, music playing, and the river and feeder birds and a gleaming January sky to glance out at whenever we liked, it wasn't exactly hard labor.
Earlier, when I stepped out with the dog, I made a shot of ice on the big boulder in the riffle in front of the cottage. I like the juxtaposition of sun-warmed stone, snow and ice, and clear water reflecting the blue sky overhead.